Posted by Ay-Wun on October 07, 2006 at 21:11:28:
Twere litte nown this taile o the twynne sisters o that vile conspiritor, Guidina and Galina Fawkes. Twere made covert bye unnown forces, laic and ye clergy.
Thus began the fragment of cracked, yellow parchment that led me to delve more deeply into the misty, musty records that surround the time of the conspiracy to assassinate James I and the whole of protestant leadership, known as the, "Gunpowder Plot". The one existing portrait of the subjects of this treatise, Guidina and Galina Fawkes, sisters of of the infamous Guido Fawkes (Better known as Guy or Gui.) shows the lovely late teens as resembling a young Kate Winslet. Both, like their soldier brother were devout Catholics who willingly, at the behest of Guy, diverted the attention of the guards of the , now gone, Old Lords Building, as keg after keg of gunpowder unloaded and packed into the basement space the conspirators had rented.
There seems to be no record of any disciplinary actions taken against the numerous men who, in pairs, were charged with what little security had been provided for that building. One, readable, shard of that cited parchment, told how one beautiful sister would toy with a soldier, while the other girl gave oral sevice, in an alley to the other. They would then exchange. The sentry's alertness, as well as their seed were thereby depleted, as the plot was carried out.
All may have gone as planned, and James I of England (James VI of Scotland.) along with virtually all of the protestant Lords and other leadership been blown up, had not Guidina been one time mistress to of Lord Monteagle, and adored him still. This loving beauty, having learned, at almost the last moment, that Monteagle and a few other papist Lords and dignitaries would be, as a matter of duty, attending the opening session of Parliament, sent him a letter begging he stay away. Lord Monteagle, papist though he might be, was loyal to the crown and reported to the Secretary of State that something was afoot.
The plot was therefore uncovered, and brother Guy caught red handed. The two girls, seeing their brother apprehended, fled for their lives. It's not clear how the papist party learned of sweet Guidina's missive, but it is certain they did, making her now fugitive from both camps, and she, somehow, learned this to be so. As she therefore would not be welcome in France or Spain, and as they knew they'd be more easily spotted as twins together, she fled to the countryside, as sister Galina (Known to all as Gal.) made for the London docks, in hopes of a ship to Europe.
While seeking such a ship, on the waterfront, she found herself cornered, by searching soldiers, on a quay whereon lay the newly launched warship of his majesty, Titan. Knowing that it would be searched, high and low and seeing that its figurehead had yet to be installed, she decided to hide in plane sight, Swiftly she threw off all her clothing, hiding it in a cranny, and totally nude, assumed the stretched out position of the figurehead, over the prow.
The dozen puritan soldiers did indeed search thoroughly and Gal had nearly gotten away with her disguise when one of those men went to pass water, off the pier, within her eye sight. She was stunned to see the hose he hauled out, it being at least ten inches soft.
"Ooooh!" she moaned softly, imagining how it would be hard and plundering her now moistening pussy.
Hearing the moan, the trooper looked around and saw her stunning body. Though he didn't yet realize she was real, the very sight caused his manhood to stiffen, gaining two more inches of length. Gal had somehow managed to hold her frozen pose, but that lengthening, and the fact that she was horny from not having been entered that day, pushed her over the edge into a small body twitching orgasm.
"Yoiks!! 'Tis she!! cried the soldier, reaching out and up to haul the beauty down.
Papist fugitive or no, this was much too tempting to pass up. Being fully hard, he plunged himself into her still twitching cunny. Forgetting her peril, in passion, Gal Fawkes fucked back, glorying in how thoroughly he stuffed her. Soon she was having an even greater orgasm than the one that had betrayed her. Soon he was filling her with his lusty sperm. Soon all the others had gathered 'round, pulling out their own cocks, and casting lots for next. The Yeoman, in charge, claimed his precedence, fucking Gal to another wonderful cum, then decreed that sets of three at one time should ravish her, thereby gaining an extra finale' turn for himself and the finder lad.
Thoughts only of erotic ecstasy filled Gal's mind, as she was filled over and over in all three holes. She savored the salty semen she swallowed, and all the erruptions inside her, as well as her own. Survival ceased to be an issue even when the Yeoman proclaimed,
"To yon 'Roting Boar' with the wench! King James shall be served papist pig this eve!!"
Into that nearby inn Gal was borne. The spit they slid into her was the best yet. Her scream, as it thrust through and through were of joyous passion.
"Oh yes! Oh yessss!! Oh y....!" she cried, cut off as the shaft emerged from her luscious lips, and her body shook again in orgasm.
Trussed up to her impaling pole, then set over the blazing fire in the huge hearth, Gal discovered just how much she relished pain, as her sister had often told her she did. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her quivering, twitching loveliness as, in ecstasy, she expired. When, with a fork, the innkeeper announced her to be cooked, feet and hands were doled to the hungry soldiers, then Gal's gorgeousness was born to the table of the king.
To test the tenor of his majesty's taste, a small portion of meat was was set before him to try.
"'Tis ambrosia!!" he creid, "Bring forth more!! At once!!"
Seeing then, Gal's roasted beauty set before him James was, at first, stunned. Being assured that this was the source of that wonderous meat, and told of her role of attempted assassin, James began to slice and avidly eat, rueing only that he hadn't partaken of her living charms.
"Make free of this magnificent meat!" he offered around a mouthful, to his courtiers, "There seemeth enough for all!"
An orgy of gluttony ensued, followed by an sexual one, during which his highness contemplated the possible flavors of the ladies in attendance.
Gorgeous Guidina awoke nude, on the humble straw filled pallet of the shepherd, to whom she'd granted her favors, in exchange for sanctuary. Seemingly countless men surrounded her, leaving no avenue of escape. The papist shepherd had betrayed her to others of that party, who sought her for her betrayal of the plot. She had tried, in her own mind, only to save a man she still loved. These men though saw her as vile traitor to their diety and to their cause.
Like her twin, at the sight of the first cock exposed, long, stiff, and ready for action, she was instanly moist, and ready herslf. This moistness was fortunate for quickly a cock of great size was into her, then surprisingly out of her. She was lifted by that man, from the bed, and onto the cock of a second standing man, then the first went deeply, painfully into her asshole, lubricated only by the juices aquired from that thrust into her pussy, That was enough though, and religion, politics, and ex-lovers were all forgotten as she rode her pleasure on the two impaling poles that held her suspended.
Lovely legs wrapped around and arms clinging to her front fucker, she kissed him deeply, in gratitude for her feelings, as the united trio rocked back and forth. Soon all three were cumming, and rocking so hard they fell to the blanket covered straw. As those two withdrew another was into her, then another and another. A score of lusty papist men used Guidina over and over, in ones, twos, and threes, while the leaders discussed how to finish her. Some wanted hanging others beheading. At length, a mode of poetic justice, as they saw it, was decided upon for the betrayer of the 'Gunpowder Plot'.
In an erotic haze Guidina felt two inch spheres being pushed into her pussy and asshole. Though of rough clay they were wax coated as moisture proofing and the first few added to her initial sensual pleasure. Then more and more began to tap into her adoration of agony. When she was bulging noticably and lumpily, Guidina felt the best orgasm yet coming on, she knew this would be fabulous. That hit, and she began to quiver and writh around in maximum ecstasy just moments after the leader cried out,
"Spark the fuse!!"
All the men scurried away as, at the very peak of that magnificent orgasm, all the grenades inside her exploded and blew gorgeous Guidina to smithereens. The sound of the blast drew a contingant of the king's guards who had also sought the maiden, and all those men, some spattered with bits of the beauty were taken into custody. James decreed that all of those men be hanged, drawn, and quartered, the public reason given that they were in on the papist plot and murder. The one in his highness mind though, was their wanton waste of wonderful meat.
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